evolution dysphoria
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Close! Its an Eevee who dresses as all the types that don't have eeveelutions, I sorta created them as a way to express having very atypical body dysphoria, which I myself have.
[ID 1: a four panel comic of an anthro leafeon putting on pink makeup, bows, an ribbons to look like a Sylveon. They smile with sparkling affects around them before losing the smile and saying "who am I kidding."
ID 2: The sylveon is looking down, upset, but then gets surprised by an unseen voice saying "I like your bows." Sylveon turns around and sees a pawniard dressed to be a Kirlia who says "they're really cute!". The Kirlia is then called to by someone else offscreen saying "Come on Kirli! We're gonna be late!". The Kirlia waves to the Sylveon and says "It was nice meeting you, sylveon! See you around!" While they run towards an Eevee dressed as a driftloon. The sylveon waves back, smiling and says "y-you too..."
ID 4: Tags reading #Okay so Sylveon Kirlia and who is that in the back I can't tell... #driftloon maybe?
ID 5: art of two Eevees, one with a Scolipede hoodie with their paws in their pockets and the other is in a Hydreigon-themed outfit crouched down. :End ID]
every ad: hey, im a candid, friendly, conventionally attractive young adult. money is hard right now! have you heard of gambling?
my dad (Maori) works on a ship with all Maori/Tongan/Samoan fisherman- and one Aussie guy called Jake.
And that wasn't done on purpose just sort of how it ended up, but Jake recently got an injury so they put him on a Different boat just for a little bit (a sit in the wheelhouse and scout type of boat, instead of the main fishing one) and he only got back to my dad's ship today and he was apparently like Shaking. He was Traumatised.
Dad said Jake kept pulling him aside and going "They were all yelling on there, but in a MEAN way" "They didn't clean... Like at ALL"
Jake experienced what a boat full of old school Aussie fisherman is like. That is the norm Jake. You just happened to be on the all Island boy boat on your first go out. "It was time for dinner and they had FROZEN nuggets" Jake that's what they have on ships that are out at sea for months at a time.
On my dad's boat they are eating fresh fish and coconut milk Ceviche. They're grilling steaks on an open bbq on the deck that probably is not regulation. All the guys have their own special knives to prepare sashimi every couple days. Everyone is happily doing their own work so they can clock out early and set up a movie on the deck. Jake did you genuinely believe that's what every boat was doing.
Local Australian man is fed fresh juices and smoked fish for first time- refuses to go back to beef jerky boat life
jake that first night when they served a freezer tray tv dinner and not an overflowing plate of fish that's probably going for conservatively like $40-$80 bucks a kilo but the guys decided Eh we'll catch more let's just fry it up:
it’s crazy to feel how addicting algorithm-based social media feeds are. like to actually feel it turning your brain into mush and to feel a genuine sense of dependency starting to fester in your head. i finally set a time limit on instagram on my phone and it’s crazy how often i go through the motions of opening the app with ZERO thought behind it before i’m like “wait what am i doing” and then close it. and then i sit there for a few minutes trying to remember what i actually wanted to do, all while hearing the guy from I Think You Should Leave yelling WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO US in my head. you know?
He sneaks up behind you in the dark.
Ghost: “Boo.”
Y/N: “GAH— SOAP???”
Ghost freezes.
Ghost: “…Soap?”
Y/N: “AH! Sorry I panicked—”
Ghost: “I’m SIX FOOT FOUR. SOAP IS 5 FOOT.”
Soap from the hallway:
“I AM FIVE ELEVEN—”
I’m feeling horribly shy doing this but…my fic isn’t showing up in any of the tags and usually I’d just go fuck myself over it but it’s not showing up in my own fic tags so…gonna come put my steve x shy!reader fic (fluff, Mike’s POV, reader hates being perceived and steve loves taking pictures so they compromise (don’t tell her though)) here so it can be found at least in my own tags. Sorry omg don’t mind me, sorry
What if you were a foster kid and you finally had a parent who seemed to love you but that didn't take away the fear of being abandoned. What if you figured out you had a talent for something, a real talent, and the first thing you did as soon as you thought you were capable of it was to steal enough money to cover that parent's debts and medical bills, because you know that she loves you just for you but also if you are useful, you will be allowed to stay. What if you work with a crew for the very first time and immediately latch on so tightly to these people who are not even very nice to you yet, not really, that you buy them an office and pull several all-nighters installing fancy screens and making some ridiculous painting of your new boss as an old man and constructing new state-of-the-art thievery toys for them to play with, and they keep saying one more job, maybe two, and if you keep being better and better and more useful and solving problems, maybe they will never stop saying one more job. Maybe they won't leave you.
I was having writers block and so I took a break and soon enough it was 3 in the morning and I had impulsively sewn together a tiny mouse you’re welcome
For those of you who asked, I have made a sewing tutorial on how to make your very own Peaches the Mouse!
I see people reblogging this with “to buy” but this pattern is free??? Someone even asked me “why don’t you charge money for it, it took you forever to put the document together” and I said “Not a lot of people have money and if they have some fabric scraps and a couple of buttons lying around they can make themselves a little mouse friend for free and that might make them happy and that makes me happier than receiving money???” Make yourself a liddol creacher! Heals the Soul!
I know this post is like 7 years old atp but I still get hundreds of notifications a week on it as well as some emails having problems with access, so I’d like to update since many haven’t seen my addition in the replies.
This pattern took off WAY more than I was expecting. Tumblr is the only place I’ve ever posted it, so if you see a repost on any other website, I’m not OP. Apparently some people have downloaded the pattern and put it behind paywalls on skill share sites. If someone wants you to pay money for the pattern, just know it’s not going to me, so it’s up to you whether or not you pay them because as always, the original pattern is still free.
However if you would like to donate to me, you can do so here :)
Also the pattern link access is public! It’s shared via the Google Drive link underlined above and you don’t need to have a google account to open it. If you get a message saying you need “permission to access”:
- Most of the time it seems to be connected to those trying to access Peaches via a school or workplace. Be sure you are not accessing the document while logged into a google account with an email address connected to a school or business and avoid accessing the pattern on school wifi and computers, employee-only wifi and computers, or another controlled networks, as these may use firewalls and other content blocks which may prevent the document from opening “without permission”
- Be sure you are accessing the pattern using a web browser that supports the opening of Google Drive
- If you have several tabs open that are logged into google, be sure they are all logged into only one google account. Sometimes if you have other tabs open logged into different google accounts, Drive will insist you need to request permission to access
That being said, I’m really impressed to see everyone’s creations and am so glad Peaches has reached so far! As we all know, Tumblr is notorious for not working right so I don’t always see every single message or photo addition, but just know I’m glad this little craft brought so many of you a little bit of joy over the years if you’ve ever made one!
Engaging in kink is a form of being vulnerable—regardless of your role—and vulnerability should always be treated with a certain amount of reverence. It’s an honor and a privilege to be able to play with people, not a right or a given.